AN: So... here it is, the long awaited chapter of The One. This is unbetaed at the moment, I won't keep it from you guys any longer though. All other notes will be at the end. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers

Warnings: Mild Out of Characters

All the Cybertronian on Earth were at the base the humans gave them in the middle of the desert. The humans were not happy about the destruction of Mission City, but with some careful wording from Sam, William Lennox, and the Secretary of Defense, John Keller they graciously allowed them to stay and gave them a base of operations... and a lot of refund checks for the technology. They quickly took custody of one, Samuel James Witwicky as they didn't want the humans to get their hands on him and make him a test subject. That and they wanted to keep the peace between them, the humans, and Megatron. Should Sam not remain with them, the war would start up again; they had made it very clear to the government. The only snag in this was Sam's parents, namely Judy. She was not very pleased with the arrangement and the Cybertronians agreed for them to stay on the base.

Neither group really trusted each other and with three against five, the former Decepticons tended to be the more weary group. Each had their own hangers to rest on opposite sides of the base with the human barracks and main hanger separating them. The Networked Elements: Supporters and Transformers, or NEST consisted of Lennox's team, Maggie's team, Simmons, Sec Keller, and of course Sam's parents. They were trusted by the Autobots and were looked out for by all of the Transformers including the Decepticons.

Unlike the other humans Sam slept in the Decepticon hanger: Megatron insisted. But as promised, he could go anywhere on the base, despite this he was often with the former warlord. The tiny mechs, Sam called terraformers, tended to stick close to the boy. The tiniest one, Eject, stuck to the boy like a permanent fixture. It even took calls for the boy, becoming his cell phone much to Glen's annoyance. (He wanted the little terraformer to be his phone, after all it was his cell phone and it was cool.)

There was one very unhappy being at all of this. He believed that if he had been there for Sam then Sam could have been all his. Maybe it was true, but then there probably wouldn't have been the peace they have now. And so said 'bot sulked. The others noticed his dark mood; his door wings drooped and the bright shiny yellow of his paint looked dulled.

Sitting outside, the unhappy yellow 'bot was surprised when warm, tiny hands found their way between his leg armor to the newly soldered cables beneath. Bright blue optics glanced down at the young human stroking the tender cables. "Hey 'Bee... I haven't seen you around. How are you feeling?"

"Hello Sam," the Camaro said to the boy, his voice still rough with the after effects of a damaged VPU. He moved to pick up the tiny being and held him to his face, nuzzling him. The boy laughed and wrapped his arms around as much of the 'bot's face that he could reach pressing wet kisses to 'Bee's facial plates. The warm feeling in his spark made him want to cling to the human even more.

The moment however was ruined when the boy asked, "'Bee... do you think we could go for a drive?" But that was alright, because he would get to spend more time with his human.

"What is it about this human that makes my spark ache? What makes me want to be near the boy all the time, protect him, and hold him? Why do I panic and worry when the fleshling isn't in my optic range?" A metal fist smashed into the ground beside the mech creating a decent size crater in the earth. The earthling has surprised the former warlord many times since the battle. When they were setting up a peace treaty, he was the one to point out loop holes that needed to be closed or if one group angered the other to the point that it was going to break out in a fight, the boy was there soothing the mech with small soft hands and calming words. The boy had gotten quite skilled at such a task. Reaching under plating and stroking wires and cables in such a way that the mech under those skilled hands had no choice but to melt into the touch. If only the boy knew what it did to him. How it heated his systems in a way that few Cybertronians ever have.

Oh, he knew he couldn't keep the boy to himself. He learned the hard way that the boy couldn't stay with one mech more than a week without it hindering his development. The longer he stayed with one the more sleep he required. Megatron didn't even think the boy realized this; it was such a minor thing, but he didn't know what it would do to him if it went on for extended periods of time.

Processors calculating odds and outcomes, Megatron stood from his resting spot and glanced down at the crater. Not caring about the safety hazard, he stalked toward the main hanger where the Allspark was stored. The hanger doors slide smoothly open for the ex-warlord who continued up the small make-shift dais to the floating cube. How Sam got it to float flashed like lightening through his processors: the soft trailing of his fleshy fingers, the light scrap of his organic claws, and the tender press of his soft looking lips against the hard alien metal. The mighty warlord held back a moan as his codpiece suddenly became uncomfortable.

The Allspark flashed in laughter at the High Lord Protector's predicament. Not enough that it would give itself away, it still laughed. Boy it was funny to watch its creations flirt around the bush as the humans would say. Calmly waiting for the mighty Megatron to ask his question. If the cube knew that an organic child could give it this amount of amusement, it would have set this up long ago.

When the large mech knelt in front of the small dais, the Allspark pulsed in comfort. "Allspark, I wish to know more about the boy and if I... we could hurt him by staying in his presence so often." Blue energy whorled around the alien artifact and images and ideas floated between the two aliens. It was a crude connection, but the connection flowed smoothly much to the Allspark's delight.

Long before the Allspark landed here, the first Primes did. They came here to harvest the planet's sun, but the planet's inhabitants fought against them. So the primes raged war with them and they were winning; they were giant and god-like to these inhabitants after all. They didn't think these inhabitants were sentient beings, but then a group of the organic beings from the north came down to help the other organics fight off the evil giant gods. Their skin was a lighter in color and they came bearing metal sticks that if they hit in the right spot, caused enough damage to make these gods think twice. The skin of the leader of this new group was painted a blue color making him stand out among the white and black painted others and the darker skinned organics.

The leader of the Primes got lucky one day and manged to snatch up the annoying organic. He was planning to squish the thing only to pause, the blue marking over his eye looked much like the Cybertronian word for "warrior". It was crude, like that of a sparkling, but it was enough to stay the hand of the Prime. Scanning the organic reviled that it was absorbing the electric energy the Prime gave off. The Prime took it to the other Primes to show them the strange creature.

They soon had it bare of it's armor and was poking at it. The organic got very angry at them. It kept squeaking in it's form of speech and swatting at their servos. It was decided that they couldn't destroy the planet and that these beings were in fact sentient beings. There was one Prime who did not see their way. He betrayed his brothers and in an effort to save the strange organic the Primes teamed up and hid the key to the sun-harvester. His brothers however decided to give the organic and his children the ability to find the key should it would ever be needed again before they hid it away killing themselves in the process.

The tiny organic they left behind, who hadn't aged a day in the ten years they kept him slowly got weaker and weaker. He no longer had the energy to get up and slept later and later each day until he no longer woke up. His children didn't have this problem and it didn't manifest in any of his descendants until Archibald Witwicky fell into an ice cavern onto Megatron's hand. Years after that event he stumbled into another cavern containing the cube, extending his shortening lifespan exponentially.

Megatron gasped, filling his intakes with much needed air to cool his heating systems. The information buzzing in his mind. From the fact that the boy won't age, to the fact that he did need different energy to stay fully healthy. The warlord decided then and there, he would share the odd human. Yet he was going to make sure he did not go more than a week without having a Cybertronian near him at all times.

The boy lounged back in the butter soft seats, the windows were rolled down and the stereo blasting. Those soft warm hands stroked anything in his reach. When the tiny fingers curled around a wire under the seat to tug on it Bumblebee couldn't help the roar his engine gave out. He was surprised however that a soft moan came from the boy in response. His head lulled against the headrest as his digits trailed along the seats.

"Sam?" the Camaro called out hesitantly. Other than his lashes flickering and a soft whimper there was no response. The yellow mech was starting to get worried and was so concentrated on boy, he didn't noticed the police car rolling up behind him till the siren turned on. The yellow car jumped on its shocks and spun around.

The boy's head thumped worryingly against the seat. "What did you do?" the police car demanded of the sports car.

"I don't know what's wrong with..." the powerful engine under the yellow hood roared cutting off the gruff words. Barricade almost jumped himself at the suddenness of it. It was then a long moan floated out the open window. The decepticon decided to scan the human only to not know what to make of his observations.

"Let's get him back to base, his pheromone levels are fluctuating," concern could be clearly heard in the 'con's voice. Both engines turned over and started. Sam seemed to sense this and went crazy; he was moaning and squirming in his seat. This will be a long drive, thought Bumblebee.

AN: The story is finally going somewhere, even though I wasn't too pleased with how this chapter turned out. I will continue to put this story here, but I will also be putting it other places. If it gets graphic, I'll leave a website address to find the "missing scenes". Hope you enjoyed.

Also a big thank you to my reviewers. I didn't get back to a lot of you this time and I'm sorry, but I haven't forgotten you. Thanks again for reading and reviewing!
-Katatakay